When That Door Opens - Chapter 49
“Ah…!”
He rushed into me all at once. His movements grew increasingly faster. I swayed back and forth like a puppet on strings. In my hazy vision, his face was distorted, sweat dripping down his clenched jaw.
“…..!”
The climax hit me like a wave. I thought it was the end, but it wasn’t. I sobbed and tried to push him away from his chest. He clung to me even tighter, as if to tell me not to be foolish. Ironically, every time he did that, I felt reassured and hugged him back. I panted and said,
“This is… ha… madness.”
“Do you still have the luxury to think about something else?”
“It’s completely… ugh… madness.”
“I know. So what? Do you think I’m going to let you go?”
How much time had passed? I didn’t know. Fortunately, it was still dark outside. But darkness doesn’t last forever.
Eventually, the sun will rise, and everything that happened tonight will be revealed. The thought of that moment made my stomach tighten in fear. The more I thought about it, the more I realized something new.
Fear and pleasure are one.
When fear reached its peak, so did pleasure.
Even as I told him this was madness, I clung to him in fright whenever he tried to pull away. Then he would plunge back into me with a half-crazed look in his eyes.
The man he had become was unfamiliar. I had turned a good man into a devil. We were a cursed relationship. The best thing to do now would be to part ways immediately.
But I couldn’t let him go.
Because.
Damn it, I had come to realize that he still loved me.
“Then let’s just die here together.”
No insane person wants to die with someone they hate.
My three years of dreaming about dying by his hand crumbled to dust.
Even though my mind told me I should stop him, my head and body acted in opposition.
I actively responded to his embrace instead of pushing him away.
I don’t know.
Why am I doing this?
Do I truly wish for us to die together?
* * *
Throughout the night, we explored each other relentlessly. As if tomorrow would never come, as if today were our last, we stayed together, making love without a single moment apart.
The faint light of dawn slowly crept into the room. With frightened eyes, I looked out the window and suddenly hugged him tightly.
“Don’t die.”
I must be a wretched creature.
So many people have died, yet the only thing I fear is you dying. Even though my choices to save you have utterly ruined your life, I still wish for you to live.
“Please, don’t die…”
How can I save you? I don’t know.
He sighed softly and embraced me. His gentle touch on my back was so kind it brought tears to my eyes.
It felt as though the demon within him had finally reverted to the Lakian I once knew.
Was it because I clung to him all night? Had he poured out all his venom into me?
“Promise me you won’t die. Please.”
I was shameless even in my wretchedness.
Knowing I had no right to ask, I repeatedly begged him to swear. I leaned on his affection to make my demands. He had always given me whatever I wanted.
But this time, he gave no answer until the end.
* * *
In the morning, he left the room, leaving me alone. I tried to follow, but he pushed me back inside and said,
“Wait for me, just like I used to wait for you.”
With those words, the door closed. I heard the sound of a chain locking the door handle.
Outside, his men began nailing wooden boards over the window frame. The sunlight filtering into the room gradually diminished.
A different kind of fear began to rise within me.
It wasn’t because I was locked in the room.
This wasn’t imprisonment; it was protection.
I wasn’t foolish enough to fully believe his words about dying together.
He would never harm me.
In that regard, we were very similar. We both imposed life upon the other. Even if that life meant wading through a mire, we both wanted each other to live. We were selfish to a wretched degree.
I was more afraid because I couldn’t even guess what he was planning to do to protect me.
I clung to the window frame, trying to peek through the gaps between the wooden boards to see what was happening outside. Men in black clothing were carrying corpses somewhere. Thankfully, the main gate was still firmly closed.
“Could it be that Roman hasn’t noticed yet?”
If Roman believed I had closed the temple under the pretense of prayer, we might have a few days.
“So, I need to think. I need to figure out a way to get everyone out safely.”
Unfortunately, I couldn’t easily find an answer. This damned temple didn’t have secret passages. Even if it did, I wouldn’t know about them.
“Could Lakian find a way?”
